Sweet wedding kiss, Mr. Huo’s most cherished treasure

And the old man was still puzzled as to why someone called him "Wanwan".

Wen Yuancheng didn't understand. He looked at the old man and asked cautiously, "I came back just because Wen Li wanted to bring bowls to meet his parents."

Although Wen Yuancheng had never met Cheng Wanzhong, seeing that his son was so precious to the little girl, he also developed a liking for the little girl inexplicably.

It should be better than Jiang Qingqiao.

The old man curled his lips in disgust, "Wanwan is here to meet my grandfather, what kind of parent are you? You are disrespectful, look at your backyard, you are almost as carefree as that old man from Kangxi."

The old man was originally dissatisfied with Wen Yuancheng's lecherous nature, not to mention the pure love god of war that girls now like. What if he scares others away again?

Wen Yuancheng twitched his lips. He was considered a big boss outside, so how could he be scolded like this when he returned home?

"Dad, after all, I am the elder. It wouldn't be appropriate for me, as Wen Ru's father, not to show up when Wan Wan meets his parents."

The old man snorted, "If it weren't for this reason, I would have beaten you out with my crutch just now."

Wen Yuancheng: "..."

For the sake of his son's happiness, he endured it.

It was 09:30 in the morning when Wen Ruo took Cheng Wanzhong to his old house.

On the way through the gate, the servants greeted Cheng Wanzhong respectfully.

"Hello, Miss Wanwan."

There are also those who directly call Young Madam.

Cheng Wanzhong was a little embarrassed. After answering the servant, he pulled Wenli's sleeves and muttered softly.

"It's not a good idea to call me Madam now, isn't it? Wen Ru, we're not married yet."

Wen Ru smiled, "It's okay, just treat it as familiar with it in advance."

Cheng Wanzhong: "..."

Walking to the main building, Cheng Wanzhong suddenly grabbed Wen Su's sleeve and stopped him from leaving.

Wen Zhu turned around and saw the little girl standing there blankly, pursed her lips nervously.

Wen Ru ruffled her hair, stepped forward and hugged the girl into his arms, "Don't be nervous. Grandpa is a very nice person. Dad has no say in my marriage."

"Yes." Cheng Wanzhong nodded, then withdrew from Wen Su's arms and asked him to help her style her hair.

Then he asked nervously, "Wen Zhu, is there something inappropriate about me?"

Wen Zhu looked for it and held the girl's soft little hand. "Everything is fine. She is too beautiful to be worthy of me."

After Wen Ruo's joke, Cheng Wanzhong felt much less nervous.

Walking into the living room, Cheng Wanzhong took a deep breath and saw only two people in the living room.

One old and one young, probably Wen Ru's grandfather and father.

Grandpa was wearing a black Tang suit with short sleeves and holding a cane in his hand. He looked a bit like a gangster in a Hong Kong-style movie.

Dad is wearing a retro dark gray suit, probably the look of an old business elite.

Perhaps because he was too nervous, Cheng Wanzhong took the initiative to call someone, "Grandpa, uncle" without waiting for Wen Ru's introduction.

After saying this, Cheng Wanzhong almost bit off his tongue with regret.

Is it too proactive?

The old man suddenly beamed and looked at Cheng Wanzhong with satisfaction, "Wan Wan, right? Come and sit."

Then, Wen Yuancheng also greeted the servant with a smile to bring fruit snacks.

The imagined scene of filling out a check did not appear, and Cheng Wanzhong breathed a sigh of relief.

After sitting down, Wen Li peeled an orange and gave it to Cheng Wanzhong.

Cheng Wanzhong liked to eat when he was nervous, but he didn't dare to eat too rudely now.

The old man became more and more satisfied with this little girl. He didn't want to ask anything, as long as Wen Ru liked her.

On the other hand, Wen Yuancheng was very confused about one thing, "Wanwan, uncle would like to ask, did you and Wen Li fall in love? Did he force you?"

Although his son was handsome, rich, and... very dedicated, Wen Yuancheng always felt that his son was not worthy of a bowl.

Wen Ru's face darkened.

Cheng Wanzhong shook his head quickly, "Uncle, I volunteered. I like hearing violence, I really like it."

The girl's voice was soft, and this explanation made Wen Yuancheng and the old man laugh.

The old man thought to himself that this little girl would definitely go on with Wen Ruo.

When it comes to human character, Wanwan is a good girl.

Afterwards, the old man asked some more common questions and then casually thought of a way to send the two of them upstairs.

He could see that Cheng Wanzhong was nervous, and he couldn't bear to let the little girl's nerves be tense all the time.

Wen Ruo took Cheng Wanzhong to the second floor where he slept on his side. This was his childhood room.

As soon as Cheng Wanzhong entered the room, he threw himself on the bed, buried his face in the pillow and said nothing.

She needs to calm down and calm down.

During this period, Wen Ru, Wen Yuancheng and the old man were talking in the study.

There were some things that the old man couldn't find easy to ask in front of Cheng Wanzhong.

"Wen Zhu, that child's ears are congenital?" the old man asked.

Wen Yuancheng also noticed the hearing aid on Cheng Wanzhong's ear, but out of politeness, they did not ask.

Wen Ru pursed his lips. When this topic was mentioned, his heart ached as if it had been delayed.

"No." Wen Li breathed out and looked at the old man, "It's my fault. I didn't take good care of her and let her be kidnapped. Her hearing was lost in that kidnapping."

The old man sighed with regret, and then asked eagerly, "Where is the murderer? Has the murderer been caught?"

"Ah."

"That's good, that's good, Amitabha." Although the old man was regretful, he felt more sorry for the little girl.

"Wen Zhu, treat her well. This child is different from Jiang Qingqiao. She lost her hearing because of you, so you have to treat her well all your life."

Wen Ru nodded, "I will."

When he returned to the room, Cheng Wanzhong's eyes had already slipped into the quilt, with no hair exposed at all.

Wen Ru turned down the air conditioner, then walked to the bed and peeled the little girl out of the quilt.

Cheng Wanzhong's cheeks were flushed, and his pupils were shining with hope, "You are looking for your father and grandfather, right? Are they satisfied with me?"

"I'm very satisfied. Grandpa said that if I can't marry you home in the end, let me step in the door."

Cheng Wanzhong breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, that's good."

Then he added, "It seemed like your aunt was here just now, but since I was lying under the quilt, she probably thought the room was empty and left."

Wen Li narrowed his eyes and immediately thought of Zhao Shiyan.

He didn't say anything, just kissed Cheng Wanzhong on the face, "I woke up early today. Now I'll take a nap. I'll call you at lunch."

Since recovering his memory, Cheng Wanzhong's routine has become normal.

She was an optimistic girl, and Wen Ru could feel that that memory was slowly fading away from her recollection.

The young girl keeps moving forward.

But Wen Rui stalled.

So far, he has not been able to watch that video.

He seemed to be stuck forever in the days before Cheng Wanzhong went to S City, and the nightmare had long trapped him.

Wen Ru didn't even want Liu Xianrou to escape punishment.

Without this woman, Cheng Wanzhong would not have been kidnapped.